The course of true love never did run smooth

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,

Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth;

But, either it was different in blood,--

Readers may remember that some time ago I held a poll as to whether I should take up the offer of the stately blogger that is Mr Eugenides to spend a weekend with him getting up to all sorts of naughty things. And you voted that I should go and consequently, both our blogs went very quiet over that weekend.

Over the last week our blogs have once again both been quiet and some of you may have suspected that it was because he had asked me to join him on his travels. Holding hands as we walked bare foot down the beach, the clink of crystal as we shared a drink whilst watching the sun set and those moonlit nights with nothing to disturb us but the lapping of the waves on the beach.

We'll, you'd be wrong. He's gone, and I'm still here. The 19 year old from down the road has been missing for a few weeks and if she comes back with a peeling tan and sand rash then at least I'll know for sure.

But, as is often the way with matters of the heart, I've no idea what to do and I need your help...